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Why didn't you scream for help?

My mom told everyone
you went home.

- Is Sunny?
- Yes.

Maybe you can go into the camp
and get something for me?

CID says the body's been here
less than 48 hours.

Decomp is pretty bad.

I wonder if the body
was moved here.

- Look at this.
- A little backpacker?

Walter was trying
to save his life.

I let him use the old truck
to move the backpacker's body,

and Cassie Dewell
saw him driving it.

- Get out of my tent.
- Where's your girlfriend?

I don't have the $15 million.
She took it and left.

You try to run,
Donno will find you, and...

Chop, chop.

Today got me thinking
about my mom.

Well, Hoyt, all relationships
have to be a two-way street.

- I hate it when you do that.
- What?

The whole cowboy wisdom thing.

Fine.
I actually kinda like it.

I sure am gonna miss
that ol' gal.

Got no other choice with
the blood and the DNA evidence.

Are you with me?

Till they bury me deep
in the ground.

Diego.

Wake up.

What? What is it?

I h... I heard something
downstairs.

Must be that damn raccoon
knocking over cans again.

- Are you sure?
- Let me handle it.

I'll be right back.

Don't worry. Don't worry.
Now, go back to sleep.

It's probably nothing.

Hey! Aah!

Diego!

Aaaaah!

Fire chief says it's arson.

This the same blue-and-white

truck you saw the other day?

Looks like it.

Somebody want to bring me
up to speed?

Cassie saw a creepy guy
on the side of the road.

He had a truck just like this.

What made him creepy?

Just a feeling he gave me.

You think he's somehow connected

- to your dead backpacker?
- I don't know.

It just felt like there
was something

in the back of the truck
that he didn't want me to see.

Well, whatever it was,
the evidence is gone now.

And the VIN's been destroyed.

Well, there should be a VIN
on the engine block.

This is Arlen. Talk to me.

- Give me a hand.
- Yeah.

There it is.

Okay, got it.

- Nice.
- Copy that.

Hoyt, we gotta roll.

There's been a homicide
out near Fort Harrison.

You good?

Yeah, I'm just gonna
have Denise run the VIN.

Okay, but keep us posted.

- Yeah.
- Be careful.

It wasn't there.

No, it's there.
It has to be.

I searched Luke's tent.
Your bag wasn't in it.

Well, you need to look again!

Don't tell me what I need to do!

I'm sorry.

I'm trying my best to help you.

I am not bad news like Luke.

When I was younger,

people say I did a bad thing,

but it was for a reason.

Is...

this bad thing

the reason you're hiding
from the cops?

I didn't have a choice.

Whatever it was...

I understand.

You do?

Sometimes you gotta do
what you gotta do.

This bag you want so bad...

what's in it?

Something valuable.

A journal.

It's important to you?

Yes.

Well, then it's
important to me, too.

- But Luke doesn't have it.
- Somebody in that camp does.

Maybe my mother.

Why? Why would she have it?

She thinks she has
to clean up my messes.

I know you would never hurt me.

You told me that
and I believe you.

Can you look
for the bag again, please?

I need that journal.

Sure.

I can do that.

See? We're a team.

Victim is Diego Mendoza, 44.

Bludgeoned to death
with a tire iron.

Wife heard someone trying
to break into the house.

He went down to check it out
and confronted the guy,

and, well, this is
how she found him.

Did the wife get a look
at the guy?

Negative. Sounds like it all
happened pretty fast.

What are we thinking,
home invasion gone wrong?

It's about a car.

Victim owned a black
1979 Firebird Trans Am.

That's an iconic ride.

Car like that's worth money.

- Targeted theft, then.
- It's gotta be.

Get ahold of local
law enforcement

in case our thief
can't help himself

and decides to take it out

- for another spin.
- Copy.

I'm just thinking...

you know, there's no way
our victim would've left

his cherished baby
naked and exposed

a-and with no way home
if she ever got lost.

Think he's got a LoJack
or something?

I'd bet on it.

♪ Just a pilgrim on a journey

♪ Well, I got no time
to tarry here ♪

♪ Don't stop me

♪ 'Cause I'm going to a land

♪ Where skies are clear

Hey.

♪ And I ain't got time
to linger longer ♪

Hey.

So, uh, what brings you up here?

I found those carved hearts
you mentioned.

Yeah, creepy, right?

Yeah.

♪ I've got a home

Is, uh... Is that it?

You came all the way up here
to tell me that?

No. I have to talk
to your father.

My father? What about?

Better I talk to him first.

Well, now I'm intrigued.

Follow me.

Let's go after dinner
when everybody's asleep.

You gonna let me do the talking?

I am not.

Walter will listen to me.

And if he doesn't?

Let's not go there
unless we have to.

- Knock, knock.
- Hey.

Brought you a visitor.

- Cassie!
- Hi.

You're becoming a regular
around here.

Might need to get you a tent.

Uh, sorry, I just need
to ask Buck about something.

Okay.

Cormac, why don't you go check
on the generator?

Yes, ma'am.

So, what's on your mind, Cassie?

Oh, you don't have
to worry about me.

Buck and I have been married
so long,

we've just morphed
into one big ol' blob.

We don't have any secrets
between each other.

Like she says.

I-I wanted to ask you
about a truck

that's registered in your name.

Our family business requires

a lot of vehicles,
most of them in my name.

This one's
a blue-and-white Suburban.

Someone set it on fire
last night.

Blue-and-white Suburban?

Oh.

Well, that must've been
10 years ago, I sold her,

- wasn't it, Sunny?
- Oh, at least.

- Yeah, a long, long time ago.
- Yeah.

What's this about, Cassie?

You say somebody
caught it on fire?

Yeah, just
a few miles from here.

- Huh.
- Wow, what's this world

- coming to?
- I know.

Yeah, I'm not here
about the fire,

but I think it may be connected
to the dead backpacker

we found not too far from here.

Cormac told me about that.

- Yeah, that's terrible.
- Yeah.

I-I don't understand.

You think the dead backpacker

has something to do
with Buck's old truck?

Could be.

It would help if you remembered
who you sold it to

'cause the title
didn't transfer.

Well, now you're testing
the old noggin.

You know what? I do remember
it was a young guy.

He paid cash, as I recall.

I think his name was, uh, Ron
or, uh, Bob?

He was a logger,
I'm pretty sure.

I saw a man driving it.

Um, late 30s, early 40s,
brown hair, light beard.

Something really off about him.

Hm.

Well, I... Well...
doesn't ring a bell.

Holy heck,
you're no help at all!

You know, we may still have
some record of it somewhere.

We'll check in the attic soon
as we get back home, okay?

- Oh, that'd be great.
- Great! Great.

- Good to see you.
- Well, thanks for stopping by.

Yeah.

A tent's always available
for ya.

I don't like her.

That is 100% American muscle
right there.

You mean the car, right?

Appreciate you looking after it
till we could get here.

Not a problem.
I figured she was about

the prettiest thing I was gonna
see this entire shift,

but...
I guess I was wrong.

Officer Lister,
Sheriff Beau Arlen.

This here's Deputy Jenny Hoyt.

Well, it's just Knox,
like the fort.

Can I be of any assistance?

I think we're squared away,
but thanks.

Savages! Oh, that is
a hanging offense.

Uh, if you need her towed,
I can call it in for you.

We've got a flatbed coming.

The car is part of
a homicide investigation.

Well, heck,
from what I've heard,

the killer's as good as caught,

with you on the case,
Deputy Hoyt.

Oh, you said it, Lister.

Hoyt always gets her man.
So to speak.

Any chance you drink coffee?

♪ Loving all the time

I'm a tea drinker, actually.

♪ She can take you high

I didn't figure you for that.

Well, you know what they say,
"You can't get a hit if you

don't step up to the plate."

♪ Oh, baby, you know
it's where you go ♪

I'll see you around,
Deputy Hoyt.

♪ While I roll

What, are you like one of those
pinky-in-the-air tea drinkers?

Is that, uh...

You are a mystery wrapped
in an enigma.

Did you find the tracker, or
were you too busy eavesdropping?

I got it. I got it.

Just saying,
I think he likes ya.

Well, I don't date cops.

At least, not anymore.

Copy that.

All right, so, our killer
steals a collector's car,

he rips up the trunk,
and then he just dumps it?

What are we thinking?

He must've been looking
for something inside.

♪ Baby, here it is again

Something worth killing for.

♪ Yeah, it's all right

Well, I guess, um, everyone's
out and about this morning.

Mm-hmm.

Is Luke with Mary?

No, actually, I think
he went hiking

with that freaky new couple,
Tonya and Donno.

Oh.
That's interesting.

Right?

I thought we were done
with the whole Luke thing.

Yes, we are. We're just,
you know, chatting.

It's, uh, nothing for you
to worry about.

Well, what I worry about
is your obsession.

The two of you
playing crime junkie

is not how I thought you two
would bond,

but I'll take it.

He's the one that likes
to snoop in tents.

Oh.

Oh, that's very interesting.

So, you add tent snooper
to your résumé.

Whose tent did you snoop?

It was Luke and Paige's, but...

Oh.

It was an accident, so...

How was that an accident?

Well, it... it wasn't
an accident, uh, per se.

- I knew it.
- Mm.

Luke and Paige were missing,

and, yes, I was worried.

And I didn't want to show it

because I didn't want you
to get scared.

So I lied to you.

I thought if you knew
how worried I was,

that you would reach out
to your father

and he would rush up here,
like the hero that he is,

and, uh, I...

I didn't want to look weak.

So, you went into their tent
because of Beau?

Yeah.

Look, I'm sorry,

and I apologize to you both.

It's okay.
It's just the Beau thing?

It's a little crazy.

- Yes, I need to work on that.
- Okay.

Well, did you find anything?

No. Unfortunately, I didn't.

Why are we even here?

Because returning to the site
where a traumatic event occurred

could jog your memory.

A-And if it doesn't?

Then we'll try
a different technique.

Look, it was dark, okay?
We were lost,

and I had had about enough of
Paige messing with me.

And then what?

Well, then she ditched me.

You said you saw someone
with a light

and then you fell
and you hit your head.

Did you trip?
Did this somebody push you?

Look, I-I can't be sure.
I don't remember.

Or you're lying. Should we see
what the lie detector thinks?

You don't have to keep
threatening me, okay?

I know that helping you two
is my best chance

at getting out of here alive.

It's your only chance.

Hey, Donno, please.

All right, tell us about this
journal that Paige has,

the one that's worth
$15 million?!

Look, I-it has a seed phrase
in it that unlocks an account.

- It's like a long password.
- And you don't know it?

Well, I-I know the words, but
not the order that it goes in.

Paige insisted on that.

Smart girl.

So, she ditched you, she found
her way back to camp,

she got her bag
with this very valuable journal

without anybody noticing,
and then she disappeared.

- That's what you're saying?
- Yes.

And what about this person
with the light?

Do you have any idea
who that might be?

At first,
I thought it was someone

the people we stole from sent,

but then you two showed up.

Maybe someone else took Paige.

Someone you didn't see coming.

I can see you're excited
about something, Poppernak.

Let's keep it simple.
Hoyt.

Uh, don't get you boxers
in a bunch. I'm coming.

All right, whaddya got?

The Trans Am that was stolen,
it wasn't the first.

Another Trans Am,
same year and style,

was stolen a week ago
in Billings.

And the owner
of this sweet ride?

- Slept through the robbery.
- Did the car turn up?

- Here.
- Three days ago,

abandoned on the side
of the road,

trunk torn all apart
just like the other one.

All right, so, clearly,
somebody's looking for something

inside a 1979 Pontiac Trans Am.

Wonder what they're looking for.

Maybe their lost youth

- or sense of manhood?
- Whoa. Whoa!

Hoyt, I'm thinking maybe
you just don't understand cars.

Or men.

Cars aren't that complicated.

Men?
Even less so.

Well, I'll have you know
that us men,

we still have a few secrets
and mysteries up our sleeves.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Pop, what question
am I about to ask you?

How many 1979 Trans Ams
are registered in the state?

- Bingo!
- Yay.

- Seriously, how many?
- Oh, three, yeah.

The one we found,
the one in Billings,

and a third one,
also here in Helena.

And that is where things
get very interesting.

Okay.
We're listening.

Okay, so, the last car
changed hands a couple of times

after the original owner,
Mickey Prescott,

went to prison
for robbery, burglary...

Basically just a whole lot
of stealing.

Is Prescott still behind bars?

Nope.
Got out a few months ago.

Could've stolen something,
hid it in his car,

now he wants it back?

Look at the brains on this...

And she thinks I keep you
around for your good looks.

- If I had a nickle for...
- Okay, focus, boys.

What about the current owner
of the car?

- They could be in danger.
- Got an address on him, too.

Working on a phone number.

You know what?
Let's not risk waiting.

You want the owner,
or you want the ex-con?

You know me.
I always want the bad guy.

Sheriff's Department!
Open up!

Someone's in there.
I can hear them.

Last chance!

Well, hold your horses,
for Pete's sake!

Mickey Prescott?

- I'm him.
- You about lost your door.

Well, hell, I don't get around
like I used to, young man.

Mr. Prescott, I'm Deputy Hoyt.
This is Deputy Poppernak.

Do you mind if we come in
and ask you a few questions?

Well, sure.

Ain't like I got
anything else to do.

Sheriff's Department!

Anybody home?

Uh, yeah. Hello. Hi.
Come on in.

- Greg Thorne?
- Yeah.

Hi. Sheriff Beau Arlen.
Sorry for the intrusion.

Uh, door was just open, so...

Oh, not... not a problem
at all, sir.

Did I do something wrong?

No, it's actually
about that beauty

you got parked
out in the driveway.

It's got me jealous.

Oh.

Wondered if you had a minute
to chat.

Yeah, come on in.
Got some coffee on.

Oh. Fantastic.

Okay. Fire away.

We want to talk about a car
you used to own.

Car? What car?

1979 Trans Am.

Personal favorite of mine, sir.

Had a poster of one on my wall.

You're talking about Delilah.

Excuse me, who?

I think it's his pet name
for the Trans Am.

- So, you do know of it?
- Well, hell yeah.

Although, I hadn't laid eyes
on her in over two decades.

Or maybe you're just not
the type to kiss and tell.

Is that your way of asking me
for an alibi?

Oh, come on.

You and I both know I can't
just take your word for it.

Where were you last night
between midnight and 2:00 a.m.?

Deputy Hoyt,
if I'm up at 2:00 a.m.,

it's to go to the john.

And you don't have
to take my word for it.

Just pop into the building
manager's office

and you'll see cameras all
over the place.

I did my time.

That old car is...

like all the crimes
I committed...

Part of my ancient past.

Hm.
We'll check out those cameras.

Thank you for your time,
Mr. Prescott.

It's no bother at all.
Gets lonely on the outside.

Nice to have visitors.

Especially one
as pretty as you are.

I-I hope you don't
take offense to that.

I'll let it slide.

Listen, I, uh... I appreciate
the heads-up, Sheriff,

and, uh, if anyone tries
to steal my car,

trust me, I will be ready.

Oh, I'm sure you will be.

But listen, I want to go about
things a little bit differently.

Want to make sure
that you're safe,

and I want to use
your car as bait.

- Bait?
- Mm.

What, my baby out there?

Trust me, I won't let anything
happen to her, okay?

I swear on Burt Reynolds
on that, may he rest in peace.

Somebody else here?

Uh, just the, uh,
bane of my existence.

My dog.
Doesn't like being cooped up.

Be right back.

Help! Help!

You good?

I'm... I'm good.
I'm good.

Stop!

Whoa!

Admit it, for a career criminal,
you kinda liked him.

Charming old guy.

You said
you're done dating cops,

but what about the bad guys?

Yeah, rerouting.

Hello?

Hey, how'd it go
with the, uh, ex-con?

He's not our guy.
Any luck on your end?

Well...

Depends on how
you define luck, Hoyt.

♪ Ah Food's here!

- Nice.
- How'd it go up at Sunny's?

Buck said he sold that truck
a long time ago.

- Oh, to who?
- Doesn't remember,

and I can't find a record

of the truck
ever changing hands, so...

Well, maybe the new owner
never registered it.

Buck could've just signed
the title over,

grabbed the cash,
and forgot about it.

I sold my old Hyundai

for three pounds of morels
and a cord of firewood.

Signed that title over and told
that guy to tow that puppy away.

Hm.

I mean, maybe.

- You think he's lying.
- I don't know.

I can't see Buck or Sunny
being involved with this,

but I have to consider it,
you know?

Okay, so let's say is lying to
you about the truck. Why?

To protect himself
or somebody else.

So, who was the guy
in the truck?

Exactly. That's what we have
to figure out.

So I'm thinking we do
a composite sketch.

Couldn't hurt.
So, anyway, if it's okay,

I thought I would poke
around some

of those messaging boards,
you know,

the ones where
people are obsessed

with solving the unsolved crime.

I mean, you know,
they're online detectives.

Yeah, right, t-the...
The wannabe detectives.

- That's what you mean, right?
- You said that, I didn't.

I know this started off
sounding crazy, but...

we've got a heart here
and hearts carved in trees,

so the connection
to the Bleeding Heart murder

doesn't maybe sound
so crazy anymore.

I just thought I would ask to
see if there's anybody out there

who remembers something
or knows something.

Yeah. Okay.
Like you said, it can't hurt.

Looking for something?

No.

I was just, um...

hiking nearby and I-I thought
I heard people.

I didn't realize
there was a camp here.

Hiking.

Where's you water bottle?

I don't have one.

- Where's yours?
- I'm not hiking.

What are you doing, then?

Watching you watch the camp.

You live in the woods?

Now, why would you ask me that?

'Cause you're not hiking.

And you got that
"I live in the woods" vibe.

Suppose I took that
as an insult.

Well, that would be unfortunate.

For me or for you?

I lived in the back
of a butcher's shop once.

Used to think I heard the
dead animals move at night.

You can get used
to anything, I guess.

Lots of things
move at night out here.

Is it lonely?

Butcher shop was.

Sometimes.

We're all a little strange
when it comes down to it, hm?

That's my superpower... strange.

And violent.

Can I help you with something?

I'm looking for a woman.

She went hiking
with her boyfriend,

boyfriend came home, she didn't.

Sounds like a bad boyfriend.

I agree.

Have you seen her?
Her name's Paige.

No. I haven't seen her.

Word of advice?

If you're gonna lurk
around the camp, be quieter.

I spotted you five minutes ago.

You hurt?

I just tweaked
a little something,

jumping on to the hood
of that car.

I swear I could've had a career
as a Hollywood stuntman.

- Nope.
- Yeah, a short one.

What about a career
as the person

who's gonna help me
solve this crime?

Got that handled.

Check this out.

If you mirror your screen
to mine,

you'll see that we are
in business.

You connected the LoJack to it?

Indeed, I did.

Ooh.
Nice work, Hollywood.

Thank you very much.

I'm gonna notify
the state police

and have them set up roadblocks.

Hold that thought.
He stopped.

Wait. It's gone.

No, no.
No, no, no, no, no.

He must've found the GPS
tracker and ditched it.

Or he's some place where
the signal doesn't work.

Sheriff's Department!

Hands in the air!

- Hey.
- Hey, Cormac.

Did you get those kayaks
prepped for tomorrow?

- I did.
- Excellent.

Why don't you grab a bucket
and a sponge?

Ol' Gutter needs a bath.

Hey, uh, sorry about earlier.

Cassie asked where you were.
I told her.

No apology necessary.
Cassie's just doing her job.

Dead backpacker,
truck set on fire.

Hope she gets
to the bottom of it.

Kinda weird, though,
you owning that truck before.

I've owned a lot of trucks, son.
You know that.

Your daddy's right.
Nothing for you to worry about.

- I'm not worried.
- Tell me...

you and Cassie got sumthin'
sumthin' going on?

No.

Need to work on your poker face.

Go on, git back to work.

Towels are over there.

Don't forget to wash his nose.

Fly season.

Cecil Ezterhas.

Looks like somebody
just walked up to his car

and shot him point-blank.

Yeah, there's a, uh...
There's a compartment back here.

Whatever was in it's long gone,
but I'm betting this is

what it's all about.

Check it out.

Prison tattoo.

Okay, boys.

Yes, sir.

- Hang on.
- Yeah.

Hey, Pops,
run the name Cecil Ezterhas.

Find out where he did his time
and with who.

Sheriff's Department!

Don't do it.

Let me guess...
My idiot cellmate led you here.

No, it was just
my daring ingenuity

and her smarts.

Why kill Cecil?

Because he was sloppy.

He made a mess of a simple job.

Besides, I wasn't gonna give him
half of my treasure, anyway.

What is this... treasure?

The ultimate collectible.

Way cooler than that Trans Am.

I don't know
how that's possible.

That's because
you're not named Mickey.

- No.
- Yeah.

Okay, boys, a-are...
Are you done yet?

You know the drill.
Hands behind your head

and interlock your fingers.

Now.

You'll be dead
before you reach it.

She's right, Mickey.

I'll give you a choice...

You touch that gun,
we're gonna shoot you,

that box remains closed.

You give yourself up,

I'll let you have one last look
at what's inside.

- You know what's in there?
- I have a pretty good guess.

Good choice.

We made a deal.

Uh, yeah, we did.

Oh.

A baseball card?
That's what this is all about?

No, no, oh, not just
any baseball card.

That is a...

That is a Mickey Mantle
rookie card.

It is worth millions.

You know, in my entire life,
there was only two things

that I cherished.

And one of them was that
Trans Am named Delilah.

And the other one is this card.

Well, you're going back
to prison.

Take your last look.

It was worth it.

You still didn't find it?
I need that bag!

I got sidetracked.

What do you mean?

Someone is looking for you.
Seemed dangerous.

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, no.

They found us.

No.

It's okay.
It's okay.

I took his measure.

No, Walter, this is so not okay.

This is really, really bad.

What did you do?
The truth, please.

Luke and I s-stole some money.

Thought that we could
lay low for a bit,

that the people we stole
from wouldn't find us,

but now you're saying
someone is here!

- You're scared.
- Yes!

- Don't be.
- What?!

What are you talking about?!

When I was younger,
I had a friend.

Her name was Meredith.

The people who adopted me,
they didn't like her because...

'cause she didn't like
the way that they treated me.

One day, they hurt Meredith.

They hurt her so bad.
Made me watch.

I couldn't protect her.

Walter, why are you
telling me this?

'Cause everything can be fixed.

- No, it can't.
- Yes, it can!

No!

The next night, I burned their
house to the ground

while they were asleep
in their beds.

I've been paying for it
ever since, but...

I made sure that
they never hurt her again.

When I told you
I would protect you...

I meant it.

Mm, no bull's-eye?

Rusty.

I could hit you, though.

There's a man living
in the woods.

- I saw him.
- What kind of man?

The kind that lives
in the woods.

Could this be the guy
that you're talking about,

the one with the flashing light?

U-Unless there's some other guy
living in the woods.

Said he hadn't seen Paige.

I don't know if I believe him.

Hm.

The plot thickens.

Wow.

Okay, you're full of surprises.

Well, I was the, uh,
secondary high school champ.

Just don't ask me
to shoot a gun, that's all.

Deal.

Poor Mary, huh?

Ditched by Luke
for the odd couple.

Yeah, they do seem
very friendly, don't they?

Mm-hmm.

Let's go, Mom.

Oh, my God.

Sunny! Buck!

Mary, what did I tell you
about the buddy system?!

T-There's something
you need to see.

H-Hold on a second.
What's going on?

Paige's bag.
I found it in the woods.

Paige's bag?
Well, that can't be right.

Are you sure it's hers?

Leopard print,
letter "P" bag charm?

I-I clocked it the day
they got here.

Like, who brings that
on a camping trip?

H-Hold on a second.
Where...

Can you show me
where the bag is?

- Yeah.
- I'll go.

You stay with the horses.

It's okay, Buck.

Mary and I will be right back.

Okay. Let's go.

You sure this is the guy
you saw with the truck?

- Yep.
- Mm.

Looks a little worse for wear.
Tweaker, maybe?

Got his hands on Buck's
old truck at some point?

And then set it on fire?

Well, like I said, tweaker.

They don't do
the most logical things.

- I guess anything's possible.
- I'm gonna have Poppernak

compare it to outstanding
warrants in the area.

Great.

♪ Don't mind even if I tried

♪ To understand what's right

I'll be right back.

Oh.
Take your time.

Oh, and, uh
we're gonna want details.

Of course you are.

♪ Caught in a whisper

So, really, you're never gonna
date a cop again?

Why, would it break your heart?

Oh.

You wish.

♪ If I knew you, tell me

Mm.

♪ How to be that fortunate

You stalking me?

Yeah, maybe.

- Mm.
- Make that two?

Mnh. No, thanks.

So you, uh,

find out anything more
about that Suburban?

I'm working on it.

- You're working on it.
- Yeah?

You seem to be asking
my mom and dad

a lot of questions
about the backpacker.

Something you want to tell me?

You know I'm just doing my job.

And I got to follow the leads
wherever they take me.

Yeah. I get that.

And I want to help you.

Just promise me one thing.

Be straight with me.

My parents may be
a lot of things, but...

they're good people.

I've always thought that.

And I want that to be true.
I really do.

Maybe that's the thing.

So do I.

Just over here.

Why were you out here
by yourself?

Just needed to go for a run
to clear my head.

But then I found
Paige's bag and clothes.

I-I think maybe Luke buried it
after he killed her

and then some animal dug it up?

Okay, let's not jump
to conclusions.

Okay.

Wait.

You told everybody
you heard from Paige.

Said she was safe and sound
in New York, right?

I did. Yeah.

But maybe Luke got her cellphone

and called us
to throw us off track.

- Right. You're right.
- Yeah. Yeah.

I didn't think of that.

H-How did you know
it wasn't that way?

♪ Right or wrong,
I'll be with you ♪

I don't know. My mind's
spinnin' with all this.

Is that the way?

That night when Luke
came back to camp,

you were the one
that checked their tent.

You said Paige's stuff was gone.

But he just got back to camp.
H-He couldn't have had time.

Why not?

I mean, we thought
that Paige came back

and got all of her stuff,
but we were wrong.

It was Luke.

No. No, no.
This isn't right.

Don't get all wound up.
All right? Just settle down.

- Help!
- E-Easy, now.

Just...

Help!
Somebody help me.

♪ My life...

Help!

Aah!

♪ With you I'll share

♪ Right or wrong, day by day ♪

♪ Right or wrong, day by day ♪

♪ All my love, all the way

♪ All my love, all the way

♪ For I believe that I belong ♪

♪ I believe that I belong

♪ By your side, right or wrong ♪

♪ By your side, right or wrong ♪

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